Character; Éowyn, Faramir
For the 'Noble House' challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
This drabble is part of a series for the 'Film' challenges, featuring Éowyn.
“I would have you see this now, and be sure of your decision,” he said, “ere I ask your brother for your hand.”
Éowyn wanted to object; her hand was her own. But, in this time of new kings and princes, of alliances renewed, she knew her value – and valued his concern.
She saw the workmen, in the valley below, hurrying to and fro; the once dead shell, long defiled, was returning to life.
She watched, then slowly nodded. “It is lovely and I will be happy, here, with you. We will make this the most noble house in Gondor.”